KC is sad. She spends lengthy periods of time looking out the front window and relinquishes that post only to mope into the living room for sad little naps. She misses Lily. If Lily could read this post, she just might decide she had to come home. Before she left she expressed concern about KC's well-being. I assured her I could care for the dog, but I don't remember her ever getting quite this sad. I find myself trying to comfort the dog by telling her how many days until Lily returns and encouraging her to enjoy the break (Lily makes KC stand on two legs to dance with her, pulls her flappy lips up, puts hats, shoes and boas on her, and many other dog-irritating antics). I don't think KC wanted a break.